To the security guards at Billingsgate fish market
You had no idea of the journey we had endured to get to the market. You didn't know that my son has autism and a major obsession with fish. You were not aware that I had been promising him a trip to the market forever. You don't understand the total devastation we felt when we approached the entrance and you raised your hands and said "No kids allowed". You saw my eyes well with tears as two of you tried to explain the health and safety reasons why he couldn't go inside, you heard me mumbling about his autism and obsession and my promise. I saw when you whispered to each other and then one of you came back to me and told me to buy my fish and come back to you with Zidane.
Whilst the rest of you manned the entrance, one of you escorted Zidane to the side of the market. You let him see the live lobsters in the tank. You went and got a live crab and let him touch it while it moved. You answered his constant questions and chatted with him. You turned what could have been a total disaster into an amazing experience for him. You gave him what he called "A day of coolness"
You didn't have to do it. I didn't catch your name but what you did was not only amazing for Zidane but it restored my faith in human nature.
*The picture is of Zidane, the security guard and the crab*